Running

Claire Bennet and her family are on the run from their own father. Everyone who was involved with her, friends, family, even enemies… they are all in danger…. Set after the episode where Syler attacked Claire's mother. R&R!

Prologue

Runaway

It was 3:20 in the morning, but unfortunately I couldn't get to sleep. I hadn't been able to since I was supposed to have my memory wiped. What if 'daddy' came in and did it during the night?

The weirdest part of the situation that I was more said about Zach losing his memory… I had really missed him, and I really wanted him to remember….

But then again, the Haitian said it was impossible for him to give the memories back. Which really sucked, cause I miss the Zach who knew what the heck was going on. When I had to show him what I could do for the second time, it almost hurt me more than the fall to have to watch the fear in his eyes for the second time.

Which is weird right? I mean, I wasn't in love with him… He was just my best friend… my only friend. Besides, he wasn't exactly that into… girls.

I heard soft footsteps on the stairs… crap… 'Dad' was home. I quickly pulled my sheets over my shoulders, and slammed my eyes shut.

The door creaked open, and someone turned on the light… what the hell? I couldn't risk opening my eyes… but what if it was the Haitian?

I tensed my muscles up, they couldn't hurt me, I could probably knock them out long enough to get mom and Lyle out of the house.

My muscles tensed up, I sprang from my bed, and opened my eyes as I hit the floor closest to the window.

"Claire?"

"Zach?"

Zach and Lyle were both in my room, staring at me, Lyle looked a little scared.

"Sorry, I thought that you were, dad… or maybe that guy who works for him." Feeling slightly embarrassed now, standing there, only wearing a tank top.

"Although, a more important question at the moment would be to ask what the heck are you doing in my room, in the middle of the night?"

Zach and Lyle exchanged glances, Lyle held up his hands in defeat. "You deal with this dude. I've got nothing."

Zach shifted his glance around my room, as if he was checking for something.

"Well… your mom called me while you were at cheerleading practice, and asked me to come over. Then there was this Haitian guy…"
I gasped "What?"

"Let me finish." Zach said patiently. "The Haitian told me that your father had wiped my memory and we used to be best friends. And that I needed to escape with your family… to get away from your father."

"But he can follow us! He'll follow us everywhere, and all he wants is me… still doesn't exactly explain what your doing in my room though." I said raising my eyebrows.

"We're supposed to get you. We need you to come with us."

I sighed, sitting back on the bed. "I can't. If I come with you, I'll put all of you in danger."

Zach sat down beside me, his earphones that always hung across his neck brushed against my ear.

"C'mon Claire. I need you. Don't make me lose my best friend, just like you lost yours."

He was so stubborn! Agitated, I looked at him.

"Fine. I'll come. But only because you're a jackass."

He smiled. We were running.